Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Cinnamon Whiskey Shanty & The Tommy Gun

Cinnamon Whiskey Shanty

I like to drink that cinnamon whiskey
Hey oh hey oh gonna’ drink all day oh
It burns my throat and makes me feel tipsy
Drinking rum and whiskey makes us feel okay oh

I sleep in the brig no bed in the forecastle
Hey oh hey oh gonna’ drink all day oh
The captain says I’m just a big hassle
Drinking rum and whiskey makes us feel okay oh

Sailors we all be sipping on our whiskey
Hey oh hey oh gonna’ drink all day oh
Life under the black ball will make you feel frisky
Drinking rum and whiskey makes us feel okay oh

The Tommy Gun

They started with the travel bans.
They slowly took our rights away.
They built and filled internment camps.
They watched as our children were killed.
Who rallied them with hate speeches?
Who brought death to many of us?
Politician turned dictator.
Ronald Teagun. The Tommy Gun.

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Poetry Monday: Tedious Tasks

I attempt to revise
A story I wrote
10 years ago.
I was a terrible writer then.
It’s a long story
And one-third of it
Will be cut,
Deleted,
Destroyed,
Done away with.
It will become something different,
Something new,
Hopefully something better.
I dread revision of this piece
Because so much will be changed.
It’s like it has an extra layer
To be revised.
It requires more revisions
Than other stories.
The tedious task
Of revision.
Being a writer has five parts.
One part reading and writing;
Four parts revision.
You’re not a writer
If you don’t revise.

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Care

feeling like i’m alone
hating the thought of going home
wanting something i do not have
wishing that is what i had

losing faith and my mind
wishing for some kind of sign
wanting only someone who cares
only getting bewildered stares

looking back on my years
adding up all the tears
asking once and never again
do you care or only pretend

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.